Snow
Ache in each arch of my feet
both plum and pity
It's hard to sit
the crop is meek
Cold
When did it get so cold?
A bird sang blue into the sun
Tale turn time now he’s gone
now he’s old
Calm
Came with the melt of ice
Now you can stay
Here you can rest
Roll my lips like dice
Sing
low into my ear
Song of love and lily
Of muse, and wine
For me only to hear
Grow
the rose with ease
We meet our God and Eros
Like a myth come to me
with milk of bees
Live
Bare with lust and sin
I will wait and then hold
Til the next dove goes mute
And all life has gone dim
About the Creator
Selina Dudley
A writer based out of Maryland. Music is my first form of creative expression however I'm venturing into other forms of storytelling! I hope you enjoy my material :)
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Comments (1)
I love it!!!